In about 5 months, I’m going to be a father. This anticipatory time — the time before I’m tossed a screaming red potato that only knows how to yowl and poop — is sweet. My wife and I sit around and wonder what she’ll be like, and how we’ll impart to her the things that are most important to us.
One thing we want her to be is a traveler. I was lucky enough to be raised by travelers myself, so I know exactly what I need to do for her.